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started up again.”
    “I don’t own suitable jeans and my leathers aren’t for going out.”
    “Borrow some of mine, then,” Vinnie said, knowing Brando was referring to his BDSM shit.
    Dominic sniggered.
    “What’s so funny?” Vinnie said.
    “I wouldn’t wear your clothes, you go commando.”
    “So do you.”
    “Only when I run out,” Dominic continued sniggering. “The chicks keep stealing them.”
    Brando shook his head. “Just give me something clean.”
    “Give him that bright pink pair you have with the love hearts on,” Dominic said.
    Vinnie flicked his twin the finger, then turned to his drawer, pulling out some clean black leathers. He chucked them to Brando, along with a black Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Brando dumped the clothes on Dominic’s bed and started undressing. He laid his jacket on the mattress and pulled off his holster, slipping his shirt off next. He reached for the T-shirt, the severe scarring on his back capturing Vinnie’s attention. Long lines carved up his brother’s flesh, Brando’s obsession with being whipped beyond disturbing.
    “Are you ever going to stop doing that merda to yourself?” Vinnie asked, using the word for shit.
    “I rarely do it to myself,” Brando answered.
    “You ask people to.”
    “Everyone has their fetishes.”
    “Not self-harming ones that mutilate their back.”
    “You have tattoos—that’s self-harming, and Dominic also has weird piercings, which I also consider self-harming.”
    “That’s decoration. What you do is nasty merda , and it must hurt like fucking crazy.”
    “I like pain.” Brando pulled the T-shirt on, covering his scars once more.
    Vinnie shook his head. “You’re a weird bastardo. ”
    “I don’t deny it.” Brando stepped out of his pants and pulled on the leathers, the casual attire making him appear much younger than his thirty-four years, which was five years older than Vinnie and Dominic. Brando was too mo-fucking beautiful to be a Santini. Their mother had had an affair with a D’Angelo, most of the men from that family resembling male models. And Brando used his looks to his full advantage, picking and choosing whoever he wanted to fuck. Unfortunately, he had a bad habit of treating women like puttane , only using them for sex.
    Brando smiled, though it wasn’t a friendly one, especially when he showed his pointy incisors. It just made him look even more sinister. It was what had given him his nickname.
    “Let’s go, vampiro ,” Vinnie said.
    “Stop calling me that,” Brando grunted, giving him a scowl.
    “Lighten up, man. You obviously need sex, ’cause you’re wound up tighter than a nun’s pussy.”
    Dominic sniggered. “I agree. You definitely need to get laid, bro, and since that Viper isn’t willing to bend over for you, just fuck one of our groupies. Hell, don’t smile and any female will bend over for you. Also, don’t talk; you put females off when you order them around.”
    “I don’t need advice on females from a fenucca ,” Brando said, slipping his gun into the back of his pants.
    Dominic glared at him. “I’m not gay. I’ve told you enough times I’m pansexual.”
    “You’ve fucked men; that’s gay.”
    “I fuck women more, so I’m not gay!” Dominic stormed out.
    Brando sniggered. “He must have PMS.”
    Vinnie scowled at him. “Why can’t you stop riling him? You know it upsets him when you call him gay.”
    “He calls you gay, and you’re not, so I don’t see the issue, especially since he is.”
    “He’s not. Pansexuality isn’t the same as being gay. He’s into personalities, not what sex a person is.”
    “Sounds like a cover for being gay.”
    “Fuck, you’re a stronzo ,” Vinnie said, calling him an asshole . “He. Is. Not. Gay. I see him with more women than men.”
    “Bi, then.”
    “Again, it’s not the same. Bi’s two sexes and he fucks anything: female, male, intersex, trannies, he doesn’t care, so shut your mouth around him, and don’t